The cool breeze turns windy and goose bumps start appearing on my skin. I rub my arms to warm myself up, Alex notices and he briefly takes off his jacket and covers me with it. “Thanks,” I whisper, hoping he would just call a taxi and get me out of my misery. “Let me try Jax again, I hope he will pick up,” he says. “I hope so too,” I smirk.
The phone rings for a long time and when Alex is just about to give up and hang up we hear Jax's annoyed voice. “What the hell man, couldn’t you just get the hint?” Jax complains.
“Quit whining, I wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t important. I need your help,” he states, one hand inside his trousers’ pocket.
“What's going on?” Jax sighs.
“The car broke down,” he promptly answers.
Jax doesn’t respond right away, “Jax!” Alex yells.
“Where are
